I talked to a nutritionist a year ago, and of course she asked me about my diet. Did I eat any eggs was one thing she asked me. I told her, yes, I occasionally eat eggs. She asked how many. I told her four or five at a time. Talk about heads exploding. The fact that I only have eggs about once a month or longer was not enough to calm her down. I was in danger of imminent collapse from a heart attack. However, as you can read, I'm still alive. And eggs this weekend sounds mighty inviting.
Hey, nutritionist, life is fatal—may as well enjoy it while you can!